restricted by these numbers
on my left wrist.
i daily escape and wander to the realms only i create.
this reality isn't confining, but expanisve and undefinable.
private and shared i lust for your fingers tapping on my
rusty hip bones.
your fiery lips spiraling mine into a frequency shared with my
increasing heartbeat.
tick tck tk
this metronome
is bro(k)en.
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